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We've been doing that a looooong time - there is a disease (Kuru[^], or Laughing Sickness) which you can only catch by eating infected brain matter. Can you imagine how long that tribe have been doing that for a disease to evolve to take advantage?
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I've heard that eating baboons brain is considered a delicacy in some of the islands arond there (apparently the baboons have also been eating the offsprings brain etc.), so it shoudnt perhaps be suprising...
Perhaps people seems to think that everything thats natural (happening in the real world, or orignate form the real world) is wonderful while things that are constructed or manufactured in a lab is not good/awful (at least from some of the PR firms seems to think so). However Id say that a Car is much more holesome than for instance klamydia etc..
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Judging by the multitude of spelling and orthographical errors, Kenneth must have eaten too many baboon brains
Jerry
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Google spellcheck was off, and I didnt bother, didnt think the Lounge had a spellingpolice...
Tom & Jerry
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Hell, considering that every drop of water has been through a fish bladder, I dread to think where some of the molecules we eat have been.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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"Never drink water, fish fu..."
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Was it WC Fields who said "I never drink water because of all the awful things fish do in it!"
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It was: but he used the shorter, less KSS version, I believe!
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The other day my wife dropped her phone and cracked the screen. She pretty much hated the phone, so I am not entirely sure it was an accident . Unfortunately, she is 11 months into her 1 year contract, so I need to distract her for a month to get a better upgrade deal.
The solution was to dig out my old phone, but since the ribbon cable for the digitizer was damaged, the phone had a mind of its own when I put it in the drawer a year ago (one time it actually managed to call up one of my friends while I was looking on). Fortunately, I had the foresight to buy a new digitizer for $18 on eBay in case I needed the phone as an emergency replacement.
[Fast forward past the repair, but thanks go out to IFIXIT[^] for their article about the teardown of the phone. Dark thoughts go out to the elephant at HTC who decided slide-out "surround speakers" on a phone is a great design, making it extra difficult to replace the digitizer ]
After replacing the digitizer and making sure everything worked, I tried to update it from Windows Phone 7.5 to 7.8, but I was not surprised when the update check claimed it was already up to date, so I Googled "Force Windows Phone 7.8 update" and found an article[^] (slow page load) to help me achieve that.
With the OS update completed, I checked the apps on it to make sure I was not forgetting anything before I did the Factory Reset and ended up spending some time going through a bunch of stuff. At the end of the ordeal, my eyes were strained and missing the display on my new phone. The old phone works, but I am glad I am not the one who has to use it for a month.
Soren Madsen
"When you don't know what you're doing it's best to do it quickly" - Jase #DuckDynasty
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Nice to know there is someone else here that repairs things!
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SoMad wrote: $18 You can buy a new phone for €5, with €5 pre-paid credit (so that's almost the same as free). You wouldn't even be trapped in an other contract.
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Where? I've never seen that kind of a deal here in the UK...
And that would probably mean a new number as well - SoMad's fix doesn't need that, and she can keep the old number with the new phone in a months time.
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Well, you could transfer the old SIM card (remove SIM-lock if necessary), you wouldn't have the €5 credit obviously, but it's still cheaper than $18
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It's not the CARD that's locked, but the phone ...
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Yes, therefore my plan works.
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Are you talking about this phone[^]?
Soren Madsen
"When you don't know what you're doing it's best to do it quickly" - Jase #DuckDynasty
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I wooden want one of them...
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Yeah, you would have to stoop pretty low...
"When you don't know what you're doing it's best to do it quickly" - Jase #DuckDynasty
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Are you just branching out into phone sales?
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That's so obviously a fake; back then they would have a rotary dial on it, duh!
- I would love to change the world, but they won’t give me the source code.
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You should have bought her a prepaid phone for one month rather than go to all this trouble. Cheap at around $16 but then the wife could be talking up a storm costing you hundreds of dollars!
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No, a cheap phone would not have been enough to distract her for a month. Besides being able to make and receive calls, it needs to have Skype, Facebook and WhatsApp at a minimum.
Soren Madsen
"When you don't know what you're doing it's best to do it quickly" - Jase #DuckDynasty
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High Maintenance Woman, eh?
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Eight months ago I ordered a new rifle from a favorite vendor; it still hasn't arrived. Yesterday I got an email from a different vendor informing me that they have several in stock, right now. What else could I do? I bought it. Yup, a Browning BAR Mark II Safari in .30-06 Springfield[^] is on its way to me, shipping out next week!
My original order was to include the optional B.O.S.S. system (the little widget on the front that looks a bit like a "B" movie silencer). Every gun barrel has a resonant frequency, and upon firing the barrel flexes accordingly, with the muzzle rising and falling with respect to the axis of aim. The BOSS system allows the shooter to fine tune the barrel to a particular store bought ammo so that the bullet leaves the barrel at a moment when the muzzle is pointed along the axis of aim, increasing the accuracy. Since ordering the first time, I've spent a lot of time chatting with expert shooters and gunsmiths who are familiar with the system; they've convinced me that it's a waste of money for me, because I reload my ammo, and can tailor my loads to the gun for maximum accuracy. People who shoot only store bought ammo can really benefit from this accessory, as it actually does work great. But reloaders can do better without it, and save a couple hundred$ up front.
I can hardly wait to take this baby out to the range and try out the new 1000 yard area. Of course, I'm going to need a quad ATV to set and fetch targets, and an astronomical telescope to see whether I hit the target... I'm getting old, after all...
An astute observer would ask why I want such a beast. That's a good question, since the .30-06 can bring down the largest of land animals, with the possible exceptions of elephants and rhinocerii, both of which are quite rare in Arizona. Apparently there's a rule against hunting in zoos...
When I was about 8 or 9, an even 50 years ago give or take a year, all the Dads in my neighborhood got together and bought all the boys .22 cal rifles for Christmas. The deal was, we weren't allowed to shoot them until we completed a hunter safety course, which all our dads took right beside us. After passing the written test, we all had to spend a day at a shooting range with our guns, and the first ammo we'd ever been allowed to touch, and prove to a range safety officer that we were responsible enough to have and shoot a gun. Part of that trial included being required to shoot a shotgun at a clay disk, called a 'pigeon' for some unexplained reason. They gave my 8 yo, 3'6", 65 lb ass a 12 gauge to shoot, and it sat me down. That also convinced me that I never again want to shoot a shotgun - it hurt!
But on my first outing into the desert with my Dad and all the neighbor kids, we spent the morning firing our little .22 rifles at paper targets and soda cans (which we picked up and brought home and properly disposed of), having a wonderful time. One of the adults had brought along a downright scary gun - a Browning BAR in .30-06! I'd never seen a cartridge that big, and when he fired it, the noise was something akin to Thor farting, after an exceptionally drunken party in Valhalla. The jackrabbit he shot was rather large as rabbits go, but it essentially evaporated into a pink cloud. He let each of us boys shoot the thing, and though I was scared to death of that machine, I was absolutely amazed by how gentle it was. It kicked harder than my .22, of course, but it was nothing compared to that damned 12 ga shotgun they made me shoot! I vowed, then and there, that one day I would own that gun.
Fifty years have passed, and I've been through far more bad times than good ones, but I am finally in a position to fulfill my vow to myself to own that gun. In a few days, or perhaps a couple of weeks, I will have it in my hands at last. The timing depends on shipping companies, and most of them suck. But it's coming my way, and I'm looking forward to fulfilling my goal - one of the very few I've managed to complete. Upon receipt I will most likely take it immediately to the range with a couple of boxes of store-bought ammo for a test run. Then I'll get the dies I need to reload a .30-06 cartridge, and start buying components to build real ammo that is perfectly matched to my rifle. Then I'll probably put the gun on an auction site and sell it, since there's really nothing that lives in the continental United States that I can't take down with my .243 BLR. The .30-06 is a really big cartridge, suitable for Kodiak bears, moose, and medium to large dinosaurs. We don't see a lot of those in Arizona, so I probably don't need this weapon. But it's important to me to have reached a point in life where I can have it, just because I want it.
Will Rogers never met me.
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Congrats Roger, now you can cross that one off the old bucket list.
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